I am privileged to be a documenter of life stories. I care deeply about telling the truth about who people really are. Honest love. This is what I photograph for. To truthfully document real and imperfect but all consuming love. After all the pretty lights and vintage rugs have been put away I want you to be left with images that honestly tell the story of your imperfect but awesome life and love.
My mum and dad got married on Friday 13th October, 1972. But it wasn’t just an ordinary wedding. It was a double wedding of two sisters from one family marrying two brothers (obviously from another). How cool is that?! I have told this awesome family fact many times in my life, as well as looked at their wedding album over, over and over again. And that was before they both passed away. Since my mum and dad have passed these photos (as well as the boxes of family photos I am eternally grateful for) have become so much more than pretty photographs in an album. They are the history that came before me, the love story of my mum and dad. The boxes of photographs are the memory triggers of what were most likely monotonous days for my mother, yet for me and my siblings wildly wonderful and adventurous days. I wonder sometimes if she knew what she was doing then, creating an everlasting fountain of memories for us? A visual legacy? I guess what I’m trying to describe is how they make me feel and how important they are to me. Photographs matter. Deeply matter. Maybe you don’t think they are worth it right now but I promise you with my whole heart those after you will think they are. So let’s get together!
Oh, and my name is Miriam, but even though this life is a heck of a ride I think that it is so, so beautiful.